The martyr

Crowned with a glory

Woven in soothing words

You stand on a pedestal

Bricked with compassion

You are naked

Standing vulnerable

The arrows pierce through your body

It was your eyes that got stuck out in Syracuse

You are the sacrificial lamb

That suffers to grant others peace

No one ever reflects over your will

But you do it for them

You are purity, you are goodness

The sword gores through your neck

It was your guts that were ripped out

At the emperor´s command

Your brethren worship their saint

And you are nurtured by their prayers

Absorbing thirstily the attention

With self-pity in the mind

You are seen, you are affirmed

The flames consume your body

It was you that was flogged for rejecting

The love of the Roman governor

You focus on keeping your head held high

Under the weight of your gloria

All your powers go to keep your balance on your pedestal

And you could never get away

                               ~

Supplement: Romans 5: 3-4